Maybe if I wasn’t so weird I’d be better at math, but numbers are the definition of insanity. I can’t think of a caveman sitting around just looking at a rock and deciding, “this is one thing, it could be a part of infinite things, and it is made up of a finite amount of infinite things.”
Oh. How do these things come to be? Is it a flaw or is it a twisted intention? Are we close to discovering the secrets of the universe or have we made up a diversion to keep ourselves busy? What do you we actually know?
Oh how I really don’t want to do math.
School is starting.